<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Day they Murdered Camelot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One afternoon in Dallas, Texas<br>November, Nineteen sixty three<br>A brace of shots were fired<br>That would enter history</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Jacqueline beside him<br>in the presidential Limousine<br>John Kennedy was waving<br>taking in the happy scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coming out of Dealy plaza<br>They made the turn on Elm<br>No shots had yet been fired<br>The day was mild and warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From above, Oswald was waiting<br>In the book deposit loft<br>His rifle at the ready<br>His prey scoped and crossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You can't say that they don't love you”<br>the governor's wife said<br>From behind a shot was fired<br>a scoped rifle spitting lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">J.F.K. then clutched his throat<br>And John Connelly his side<br>A second bullet hit a curb<br>and ricocheted aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third shot was the killing shot<br>bone and brain cells flying<br>The Marines had trained the sniper well<br>and Camelot was dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That afternoon in Dallas<br>As darkness was descending<br>Did he think about his children <br>as consciousness was ebbing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“Make for Parkland Hospital”<br>The secret service screamed<br>they'd failed to save the president<br>But who had done the deed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walter Cronkite told the nation<br>that Camelot was dead.<br>L.B.J. on Air Force One<br>became the nation’s head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back on the Streets of Dallas<br>Oswald had killed again.<br>An officer named Tippit<br>Lay in the gutter, dead.<br> <br>Oswald was apprehended<br>In a movie house nearby<br>They found his nest and rifle<br>What they never found was why...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nation mourned its President<br>on his final Caisson ride<br>and watched his little boy salute<br>standing by his Mother's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420213" data-title="The Day they Murdered Camelot de John F. McCullagh" data-description=". One afternoon in Dallas, Texas November, Nineteen sixty three A brace of shots were fired That would enter history With Jacqueline beside him in the presidential Limousine John Kennedy was waving taking in the happy scene. Coming out of Dea..."></div> </div> </div>

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